Spyros awoke slowly. He was aware that the wind was still blowing hard outside, that the storm hadn’t let up. But he was also aware that he wasn’t alone in his bed. There was a very male body curled up beside him.
Michael was here. And Spyros couldn’t stop himself from touching his lover.
Lover. That was a strange word for the policeman. But it felt good. Spyros couldn’t begin to think of Michael as anything else. They had crossed that line, one that Michael shouldn’t have thought about. Spyros was, in essence, still a suspect in a serial killer case. That should have made him off-limits.
From the way he had been, Michael hadn’t cared. And neither did Spyros.
Still cuddling Michael to his side, Spyros drifted back to sleep. He woke a short while later, aware of something hot and wet ar
